Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.